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		<description>The original writings of author Rhia Barton</description>
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			<title>PTSD</title>
			<description>This is my best way of describing what my PTSD feels like. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/2795935/</link>
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			<title>Greyjoy and I</title>
			<description>Greyjoy and I have been together for so many years. He is my best friend and he is my brother. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1834496/</link>
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			<title>Women's Union</title>
			<description>Based primarily on the women's war effort during World War II but this can certainly be applied to any contemporary war. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1834439/</link>
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			<title>What It Feels To Be Alone</title>
			<description>My struggle with depression has lasted for almost a year, perhaps more. This is me trying to explain what it's like. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1753478/</link>
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			<title>Suffocation</title>
			<description>Something written for the contest 'Your Greatest Fear'. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1743794/</link>
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			<title>The Milky Way</title>
			<description>Just something I wrote to try and get back into the swing of writing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1738041/</link>
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			<title>Santa Isn't Real</title>
			<description>When I was 12, my curiosity got the better of me. Winner of the Pick Your Poison contest and the Anything Horror contest. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1727088/</link>
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			<title>The Touch </title>
			<description>A civil war has broken out in Yuscarta, a country that has been experiencing the Touch for centuries; when a person comes of age, they partake in a ceremony to bond their soul to a weapon (hopefully).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1657854/</link>
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			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>My definition of Lies. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1473589/</link>
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			<title>Fracture</title>
			<description>Death has struck again. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1464312/</link>
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			<title>Mortality</title>
			<description>Thoughts when attending a funeral. Experimental?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1464308/</link>
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			<title>Time Doesn't Heal</title>
			<description>A six word story that's supposed to be emotional or thought-provoking.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1463447/</link>
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			<title>Sand Through My Fingers</title>
			<description>A poem I had originally written just before my uncle passed away with Alzheimer's. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1463429/</link>
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			<title>Mama</title>
			<description>A child is confused about the sounds they hear at night. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1462421/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4 - Lofty Loxley </title>
			<description>Loxley recovers from his party and the loss of his Second Officer. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1461989/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3 - Fifteen Thousand Pounds Well Earned </title>
			<description>After their success, the Mercenaries go shopping. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1461988/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 - The Actual Elimination of Second Officer Johnson</title>
			<description>With John and Vivian still at each other's throats, the team go to carry out their contract. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1461987/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1- The Proposed Elimination of Second Officer Johnson</title>
			<description>The Mercenaries are 4 years into their new career and have just received a new contract. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1461980/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>The Mercenaries meet for the first time, 4 years before our story begins. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1461292/</link>
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			<title>The Mercenaries</title>
			<description>A deadly band of rebels that will overthrow the dictatorship of Britain, one assassination at a time. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1461289/</link>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>All would fall. All but one... </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RhiaThurman/1461281/</link>
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